A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

was the one who picked the name for his

there was a simple building with windows that had a

cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow

year round, no

outside. His thin

almost

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than

a glass

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

Mark seemed like he had

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

when he

into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your

favorite food,”

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

heard this, he began to

he stopped and shook

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

I better not call her,”

to give Cecilia

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him and swallowed them

and a nurse

Mark looked sideways at

his phone got weaker and weaker

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time,

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

had almost given up

had lived

was standing behind him with a glass of water

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

he had not

outside. After a while, he murmured,

when

the year, the

favorite food,”

cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

heard this, he began to fumble in

he stopped and

he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

call

have to give Cecilia too much

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies.

from him and swallowed them without

a nurse came in to help put on the medical

Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed

much like

for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

fact, this Cecilia in his

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

point, Mark

hospital room were

closed his eyes

needed to

ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without

gone to buy

plump foreign nurse

home. He missed his home

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and

he knew he couldn’t

he would never give up as

Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

was determined to stay strong and fight

was finding it difficult to

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

Edwin once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would

to go there

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

came back to the

a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he

the paper planes and smiled at him,

have some of

actually

more than a

his mouth, he put down the

his eyes and

want to go back home and have a family reunion,”

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

now, it was around 4 a.m. in

little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time,

you,” Peter urged

broke into

boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a

sounded

“Cecilia gave birth to

a girl that had been

trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

of his life.

Mark sniffed and put down

the call, he never even dared to ask to

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

this and he

great,” he said

on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

nodded in agreement and began to stroke one of the

wanted to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance

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